It is a lovely spring morning, and I am languishing in a
puddle of sunshine I happened to spot in the window sill. Perusing my options
for the day, I determine that rest is first on my agenda. Settling down for a
quiet snooze, drifting silently away [some say noisily. Okay, I snore!], the
window instantly becomes a whirlwind of activity – Nutmeg has dashed against
the glass in a mad fury, apparently under the impression that some phantom
burglar has attempted to break in.
Meanwhile, I am crouching in abject fear, lest that rotund
physique should land upon my head. What the devil is going on, I ask myself. My
Self replies, I haven’t a ruddy clue but there goes any chance of a decent nap!
Daring to peek above the furor as Nutmeg makes another flying
leap at the pane, I spot him – The Dinosaur! I remember him from last year – a
wild-eyed reptile all over shades of green with nubbly skin and not a stitch of
fur. I note with admiration the claw-like feet that keep him clinging the ivy
in the Great Outdoors. He moves steadily, if slowly, cautiously feeling his way
along the limb. On seeing the Mad Tabby pelting toward him again, his chest
swells into a bright red bubble, my eyes growing equally into great orbs of
amazement - this fellow is chewing gum! I say, who would have thought that
Dinosaurs did that?
I wonder which is
his favorite?
I prefer mint flavor, myself.
My Self replied, You are straying from the subject at hand.
Oh sorry, back to the Reptilian Guy…
Waiting for the bubble to burst, I twist myself into a spiral
to circumvent Nutmeg [and my sizeable tummy] in order to make a closer
inspection. Expecting at any moment to see fire and smoke, I reach carefully to
pat his little noggin but bump the glass instead. He runs a few feet, stops
then rotates an eye in my direction in such a marked manner that I sit back,
afraid any further movement might offend him. I understand completely - these
Dinosaurs need their space! Freezing in my spot, I decide to merely observe
this great creature in motion.
Not Nutmeg – any activity on the part of The Dinosaur, whom
we all know fondly as Biffy, agitates her to no end. She leaped and scrabbled
and fell back to earth – right on top of me!
That was all the encouragement I needed. To remove my fluffy
Self from this scene of madness was with me the work of a moment. After such
excitement, I felt the need for serious repose, and this time it would be
somewhere that Nutmegs and Dinosaurs would not encounter me.
I took up residence in the laundry basket located on top of
the Washing Machine and began to snooze. Little did I know there was a hefty
moth lounging on the overhead light.
Did I mention that Nutmeg loves to catch moths?...
